Alright… evolution. Growth. Let’s get into it.

At the start of the series, I’m strong—resilient—because I have to be. Coming from where Zain and I came from? You don’t survive that without some serious armor. I’ve been sober for six years, thanks to Benji, who didn’t let me drown when I wanted to. Bodhi? She’s my heartbeat, the one person who never judged me, even when I was a mess. And Zain… God, Zain. I’ve tried to be his rock, but there’s only so much I can carry before it starts cracking me open.

My motivation? It’s love, plain and simple. Not the soft, fluffy kind. The real kind—the kind that hurts, the kind you bleed for. I want to keep the people I love safe, especially Bodhi, even if that means making the hard calls. I don’t trust easily, and when shit starts hitting the fan, especially with this “Tyler” guy, I feel it in my gut. But will anyone listen to me? Probably not—at first.

Over the series, I change. I start out reacting—fighting fires, cleaning up messes, being the fixer. But eventually, I realize I can’t control everything, and that terrifies me. When Zain spirals, when Bodhi starts pulling away, when Benji’s trying to hold us all together… I break. I have to. Because that’s the only way I can rebuild stronger.

I learn that love isn’t just about protecting people from the world—it’s about letting them face it, even when it kills me inside. I evolve into someone who can let go of control, who can lean into trust, faith—and not just in others, but in myself. I stop running from my trauma and start facing it.

Every decision I make? Influenced by them—Bodhi, Benji, Zain. They’re my family. I’d burn the world down for them. But maybe… just maybe… I learn how to save it instead.